Zane pov.
“Sir…” The word stopped me dead in my tracks, my boots grinding into the frost-dusted earth. I turned to see Ronald jogging up, his broad frame heaving with each panting breath, his dark eyes glinting with worry under the moonlight.
“Ronald? You were supposed to stay with the other half,” I said, my voice sharp, though I didn’t mean it to be. My nerves were frayed, every instinct screaming that Jessica was in danger.
“You’re my alpha,” he said, catching his breath. “I couldn’t just sit still and watch you go. I’m worried.”
I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to snap. “Ronald, I’m not some weak alpha who can’t handle this team on my own.”
“I know, but still—”
“Never mind.” I cut him off, raising a hand. I got it. He was my Beta, loyal to a fault, and arguing now would only
